Meng Bai did not hesitate.
He picked up the cup and downed the entire thing in one go.
The warmth of the tea spread through his body instantly, calming the chaotic thoughts in his mind. His shoulders relaxed slightly, and his breathing steadied. The tension in his eyes softened just enough for him to think clearly again.
Lin Mu watched this silently before speaking.
"I know you have questions," he said. "Ask them one by one."
Meng Bai nodded slowly.
He lowered his gaze, thinking carefully. For a moment, it seemed like he was struggling to decide where to even begin. There were simply too many things that did not make sense anymore.
After nearly a full minute of silence, he finally spoke.
"…Master."
His voice was quieter now, more controlled.
"Who… is my Grandmaster?"
The question hung in the air.
